Restraint (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (4 page)

Queen?

“Thanks, Kristal. Fate and I’ll have the usual.” She smiles down at the bartender and winks. “What can I get you?” Queen’s green eyes flick over to me as she asks the question.

“I’ll have a seven and seven. Thanks, Kristal.”
I suspiciously look between the three ladies, Domme, submissive, and Bartender. Between them and the burly Aaron, my intuition is screaming. These ladies keep giving each other
the look
. You know the one, the look that you deal with from kindergarten on…
I’m making fun of you to your face but you’re too stupid to realize it
look. I feel like I’m part of a game they play, and it makes me ornery.

“Queen?”
I ask out of curiosity.

“I don’t fancy the term mistress.
My ex had one, and not our type,” she cryptically says, wincing quite a bit, and I instantly feel bad for bringing it up. “I find it offensive,” Queen offhandedly mutters, like it doesn’t matter, but you can tell it does. 

“M
y name really is Queen, but they don’t know that,” she conspiratorially admits, leaning into me to whisper. She gazes over the roaring crowd with a look of disgust twisting her lips. “They think it’s a term I made up. A few idiots mimic it, and I’ve enjoyed their punishments.”

Kristal appears
with our drinks. A seven and seven is handed to me. A shot of what smells like blackberry brandy is passed to the sub that I assume is named Fate. And to my absolute shock, a bright blue drink with an umbrella in it is fisted in Queen’s hand. A giggle sneaks up on me at the sight of a six-foot tall Domme holding a frou-frou drink.

“I’m sure Fate appreciates me not drinking beer.
” Queen answers my giggle. Her eyes narrow as if I’ve insulted her. “Who wants to lock lips when their mouth tastes like stale beer?”

“Huh? I never thought of it that way. I’m guessing you love the taste
of brandy.” That comment earns me another wink.

“M
y name’s Kat by the way,” I say as I sip my drink. It is wicked strong. I feel it burn all the way to my stomach before the warmth radiates throughout my body and settles into my toes- Mmm… nice.

“Oh, so you prefer Kat over Katya?”
Queen winces as soon as she asks.

I tilt my head to the side and
eye Queen. “How did you know my name is Katya?” I slowly and succinctly ask. Confusion is evident in my voice. I want to demand that they all explain what the fuck is going on.

“Boss told us,
” she uses to cover her lie. She’s good, but I don’t buy it.

Queen
holds out her hand, a platinum chain dangles from it. The chain is a replica from the R
estraint
logo. The clasp on the bracelet is the same as the stamp for a Domme, a circle of restraint with a paddle within.

Jesus, membership fees must be astronomical if the bracelet
s are made out of platinum.

My eyes
swivel over to Fate. She is a member, too. Her wrist is adorned with a leather cuff. Hanging from the cuff is a platinum lock embossed with the submissive’s stamp, a circle of restraint with a gag within. Joining that is another stamp, a crown with a Q marking Queen as her Master.

Fire races
through my veins upon hearing Queen mention the Boss and seeing her membership bracelet. I will tolerate nothing short of absolute trust. Knowing that the Boss sent them to occupy me feels like a betrayal. At first I thought they wanted to enjoy my company, but now I’m not so sure.

A true D
ominant is nothing if not observant. Noticing my narrowed eyes and my tightly controlled emotions, Queen says, “There will be none of that! I see your distrust. It’s not what you think.”

“And what is it
you think I’m thinking,” hisses from between my clenched teeth. I’m on the edge of losing my temper. This is why I’m a switch. I’m controlled enough for those weaker than me, but I lose my control when faced with those of similar strength. I need a Master to gain control from, and I don’t have one. I silently count to three in my head. When that doesn’t work I close my eyes and count until I reach twenty.

“The Boss
just told us to watch out for you, keep you comfortable and safe. I swear we came over to meet you. I know you think it is feigned friendship, it isn’t, honest.” Queen tries to appease me. I hear genuine concern and curiosity in her voice. I thaw towards her and the quiet woman at her side. But my anger doesn’t dissipate. I’m being fucked with and I don’t like it.

“Who the fuck is this Boss and why does he think he can do anything
he wants with me?” I realize how vehement that sounds when Fate cringes into her master’s thigh, gripping it like a child seeking protection. She gazes at me with scared blue eyes.

Queen looks
shocked. After a second, she tilts her head back and roars laughter at the ceiling.

“I’d hate to be you if he heard that. And I bet he did. He is everywhe
re… watching…. everything…” Her eyes flit around to specific spots on the ceiling as she laughs at me.

What the fuck, man?

“Finish up your drink, and then we’ll walk around for a bit. I can’t show you the dungeon until you’re a full member. If you were to scene with me we could go in, but I have a feeling I’m not on your menu.”

I suck back my drink leaving the ice dry. The alcohol hits like a freight train
, flowing in my veins, making me dizzy and buzzed- lightweight.

Fate flows to her feet
and silently follows us like an eager puppy- obedient and responsive… perfect.

“So what’s your bag? I would have thought just the ladies unti
l I saw the depths of the Boss’ interest. You’re a switch, what’s your deal?” Queen sounds extremely curious, and it loosens my tongue- or maybe that’s the alcohol.

Fuck
it! I’m going all in. I have no friends in this town, and I’d love to make an acquaintance. Plus, maybe Queen will get chatty and accidently spill something about this mysterious Boss everyone keeps mentioning.

“I want to top soft, pliant girls. I touch
them, but they aren’t allowed to touch back.” I say without shame.

“They can’t touch you at all?”
Her green eyes scrutinize my expression. I feel like she can pull the answer directly from my mind.

“Nah, I mean sexually.” I cringe inside from embarrassment. I don’t know why I feel this way, I just do.

“Alright, we all have our hang ups.” She scowls for some unknown reason. “Okay, who tops you?”

“No one, I gues
s,” I bashfully say. I don’t want to admit that I’ve never found anyone to dominate me, and that I’ve never bothered to look. I don’t want her to know I have issues I’ll never resolve. And I can’t admit out loud that tonight is the first time I’ve ever went out of my comfort zone and actively pursued a different kind of life- a less lonely life.

“You’re in the right place if you want dominated. You’d be surprised what a session can do for you. Do you want a man or a woman to top you?”
She absently caresses her submissives hair as she talks.

I look at Fate. The blonde, blue-eyed submissive is silently following our conversation. She looks borderline freaked out. Her tiny hand is clasped in her Master’s.

“A man,” I say preoccupied with Fate’s terror. “Is she alright?”

“Fate
doesn’t like the main club. This may look like a normal club. But the clientele tends to be vicious, especially the ones that don’t know the rules. Fate has had some close calls because she is beautiful, innocent looking, and extremely submissive. The newbies don’t even notice her bracelet.”

“Fucking freaks,” the petite
, demure girl hisses, sounding a surly as a sailor. It’s so shocking that I laugh. “I usually stay in the dungeon where it’s safe.”

“The dungeon
is safer?” I ask in disbelief.

“It’s filled with my friends. And they all know the rules.” Her eyes roam the club and land on a girl who m
akes my hair stand on end. She’s tiny, but her expression of pure malice is scary as hell. The moment their eyes lock together Fate relaxes.

“Friend?” I ask and she nods.

“Syn,” Fate’s voice is filled with a depth of love that you only reserve for family. Syn is the perfect name for the scary, pale, pierced girl.

Queen points two fingers at her eyes and repeats the gesture at the furious,
raven-haired woman across the club, who then nods in return. The raven-haired woman, Syn, does the same thing to a small man across from us, and he returns the gesture to Queen.

“Sorry, we’re having more problems now that the club has risen in popularity. The Boss is frantic. All of the members have rotating shifts. I’m supposed to be in the dungeon right now, that’s why I brought Fate tonight, but your arrival trumps that.”

“Why?” I ask, but Queen shakes her head dismissing my question.

“Let’s continue our tour,” she sounds pleasant, but her e
yes take everything in like we’re in the middle of a combat zone.

Queen
tries to explain the inner-workings of the club but the din of the crowd eclipses everything. When we reach the middle of the dance floor, I’m overpowered with the need to dance. The thrum is working its way through my body. I need an outlet or I will explode.

I take Queen’s hand and sway to the music, drawing her and Fate into our own little world. I glance around at the others on the dance floor and grin. We all have a sim
ilar movement. The music causes us to wave our bodies from toes to neck in a churning motion. I draw the girls to me and let my body speak words my mouth will never utter. I lock stares with Queen as my small body flows down her taller frame like water.

Songs later
, I am panting and my body glistens with sweat. I feel more satisfied and relaxed then I did after the three hours I spent in the gym this afternoon.

“Ladies, I need to rehydrate,
” I gasp.

“Let’s go to my booth,
I’ll flag us down a server,” Queen breathlessly says

Fate
tauntingly smirks at her Master, blue eyes glittering with mischief. “You dance so much better than the first time we came here,” she giggles.

“It’s my partner,” Queen
burns Fate.

“Yeah, that’s what
it is,” Fate wryly purrs.
Yeah right
is said underneath her breath.

As we weave through the crowd
, I think through the preconceived notions I had about what a BDSM club would be like. I was wrong. There are no scenes occurring around the room, no screams and moans echoing the walls. I pictured blood red décor, instruments of torture, and countless bodies involved in hedonistic rituals.

Reality is encumbering music,
a dance floor packed with bodies, but the surrounding areas are mostly vacant. The décor is darkly subdued.

Lost in thought
, as I usually am, I don’t feel an arm reach around me and grab my breast. I react on instinct, and jab an elbow back and up. I hit my interloper solid in the chest just as his grip strengthens to the point of pain- pain I hadn’t asked for or invited. I peel the hand from my chest noting the crescent-shaped marks fill with blood.

Anger fills
me faster than the adrenaline entering my system. I turn, looking positively feral, baring my caps as if they are real fangs. I glare into the face of an asshole, the dick that stood in line in front of me arguing with the bouncer. He shies away and immediately drops to the ground.

“I’m sorry
, Mistress. I thought you were a sub.” His voice shakes like he’s on a fault line.

“Oh, so it was okay to grope me if I w
ere a sub?” Even to me I sound snotty.

I hide my fear behind arrogance. It’s a safety mechanism that automatically deploys. No one knows about my past. It could be one single word uttered, a fleeting thought, an action, and it all comes crashing down on me- violent waves of horrific memories will inundate me until I’
m pulled down into their dark depths

The man’s hand on my skin, touching
my private flesh, brings that last horrific walk on the wooded trail near my childhood home into sharp focus. I shove it down with all of my might. I bury it deep inside my mind, as I must. It’s the only way to survive and stay sane. I will not freak out in the middle of a club filled with strangers. I will not sit on the floor and rock back and forth while spouting gibberish. Mortification and self-preservation are the only things that keep the panic at bay.

My mind whirls out of control while I wait for his answer to my question. My violator
gives me a look of complete astonishment. He knows there is no answer that will get him out of trouble. Yes, you cowardly bastard, I’m smarter then you.

“No
, it’s not okay. You are just so short. I didn’t think you’d be a Domme,” he stammers.

“Listen cl
early, you sniveling idiot.” I hold his eyes and grip his chin with my fingertips to gain his total attention. Too late, I notice his greasy complexion. I want to bleach my hand, dowse it in hand sanitizer, and maybe boil it- disgusting.